Postponed

 Delicious fatigue

Pours through me like warm syrup

Through buttermilk cakes.

 Friday, October 30, 2020

Yesterday the final race of the year that I signed up for was postponed until March. As I view most of life, that’s a ying-yang proposition.

Ying because it’s allowing me to get over two nagging injuries. One I’ve already recovered from but my on again off again left foot plantar issue I’m not so sure of. My last two long runs of 13 miles haven’t been pain free but they’ve felt comfortable enough to where I wasn’t either wincing in pain or having to walk to finish. Whether that would remain the case over a 50k is questionable. So now I have some more time to try and remedy that issue.

 Yang because I enjoy competing and this virtual B.S. is ridiculous IMO (It taken me years to understand some of these abbreviations so I’ve got to throw them in while I can still remember them.).

 Racing is primordial. We put on our loincloths and get out there and see who’s the best hunter. That’s both rewarding and disturbing but again, life is ying-yang like that.

 If all’s I cared about was about getting out there or seeing how fast I am I could virtual run on my own. In fact, in a sense, every run is a virtual run or race of some type. And though when I do race I mainly try to focus on staying within myself and running according to plan, having people around to compete against is more than just useful.

 
And I’m not the only one who seems to think so given the crowds around the results board at the end of races. Where we rank among our peers is pretty meaningless in the broad scheme of things, but irrationality doesn’t preclude individual relevance. And that definitely includes me.